Chapter 595 High Profile

"I'm afraid it won't work today." Xia Yan said without raising his head, sucking the last lobster meat.

The three people upstairs wailed at the same time: "Why?"

"Because there is no good scenery here, and we can only walk on the broken road when we go out." Xia Yan returned the remaining lobster shells to the merchant and stood up to wash his hands.

"If you have nothing to do, why don't you take the employees to clean up? So many people are idle, and I, the boss, feel heartbroken when I see them. I must let them take action. Go quickly."

"Boss, how can there be so many people? Aren't there just the three of us?" Xiongxiong's milky voice was full of doubts.

It looked back and saw that it was the only employee in the empty corridor.

Why would the boss say that?

Downstairs, Xia Yan's raised foot just stopped in the air.

"How many people do you think are left?"

"Me, Zhikang, and Xiaowan, otherwise who else?"

"..."

Xia Yan blinked, looking at the hall with seriously insufficient space and the narrow stairs leading to the upper floor.

She sighed deeply in her heart.

Accepted it.

She looked up at Xiaowan on the fifth floor and said, "What did you just ask me?"

Xiaowan: "Oh, I asked if we were going out to play today?"

Xia Yan nodded: "Play."

After so many years, Xia Yan walked at the T-junction again.

The pile of corpses with their crystal cores pried off at the corner still "stood" in the same place.

The sewage seeped into the deep underground, like a pool of poison.

The deeper you go, the more exposed the bones corroded by the corpses are.

In comparison, the three zombies piled on the outer layer still look quite "handsome".

Xia Yan smelled a familiar smell, and she was about to take her employees to another direction.

At this time, Xiongxiong didn't know what he saw, and he exclaimed a little.

"What's wrong?"

"I seem to see the flyer of our store glowing!"

It walked over half-doubtfully, showing two sharp claws, and gently pulled out a piece of paper from the interlayer of the zombie's tattered hem.

This piece of paper was neatly folded and carefully stored by the owner. If the clothes were not torn, no one would have noticed it.

When he opened it, the four big characters "Holiday Hotel" were very conspicuous, and the colors were bright as if they had just been made.

The flyer was indeed lit with a fainter light.

It was emitted from four sharp corners - a burning light.

But Xia Yan hadn't distributed flyers for a long time.

"Xiongxiong, let me see."

Xia Yan turned to the back in confusion and looked for the production date, which was actually a long time ago.

"Boss, there is something inside, and it looks square too!" Xiongxiong said excitedly.

It hooked it with its sharp claws, and a light blue card fell out.

It bounced a few times on the raised concrete ground, and fell flat with a snap.

The portrait on the card faced the blue sky with a serious expression.

There were a few lines of small words next to it.

Xia Yan and the other four came over and rotated in the direction of the words.

"Song Yang?!"

"Do you know the boss?"

Xia Yan didn't answer it, but hurriedly said: "Hurry up and see if there is anything else in it."

"Oh, I know."

Xiong Xiong used his claws to completely tear the clothes on the zombie into pieces.

The fabric fibers fluttered in the air, as if it was drizzling.

There was nothing else inside.

"It shouldn't be, I remember that the three of them were a team, and they should travel together." Xia Yan murmured.

The employees next to her looked at each other, not knowing what she was looking for.

Zhi Kang looked at the corpse mountain, pointed to the other two zombie corpses, and said to Xiong Xiong: "See if these two have what the boss wants."

Xiong Xiong rushed over again with his claws.

After a while, there were two dings, and two more cards fell out.

Xia Yan immediately went over.

After seeing the words on it clearly, she was silent.

She continued to walk towards her previous target.

When she left, Xiong Xiong and the other two surrounded her.

Zhikang looked at the words on the card and read them out loud word by word: "Fu, Zhao, Gao Feibai."

Xiaowan frowned, "Who are they?"

Xiongxiong touched his chin and looked thoughtful: "They are former customers."

"Why don't I remember them?" Zhikang and Xiaowan said in unison.

Xiongxiong's round eyes swirled around them, and his dark pupils made it difficult to see his expression.

"There are so many customers, how can you remember them all?"

Zhikang and Xiaowan accepted this answer without asking further questions.

When leaving, Xiongxiong picked up three cards and stuffed them deep into his ribs to prevent them from being lost.

"Wait for me!"

Xia Yan never knew that every object and scene here would bring her such a strong sense of familiarity.

In the supermarket with broken doors and windows, dust piled up and turned into mud, and the freezer was deliberately smashed to pieces.

But Xia Yan still remembered the joy of buying here for zero yuan.

After walking for a long time, the park came into view, with chopped wood stakes everywhere.

The huge trees that once stood out from the crowd and were very lush have long disappeared.

Countless green branches sprang up from the roots, and the young leaves slowly opened, covered with thorns.

But it seemed that they were no longer a threat to the surviving humans.

Xia Yan has been silent since just now.

In fact, her mind was full of mixed thoughts. She kept thinking, how could those three people become zombies?

Aren’t they high-level psychics? How could they also encounter accidents?

Maybe they were too high-profile and attracted the wrong people.

Thinking back to when I almost had to fight...

Actually, Xia Yan had a guess in his mind that it was related to Jing Wenbin.

These three people were strong and good-looking, so it was entirely possible that they were targeted and captured for experiments...

"Boss, it's windy, let's go back."

"Okay."

...

Windy nights are best for making tea around the stove.

Xia Yan and the other four sat around the small tea stove, chatting while reaching out to the stove wall.

Although the fresh air system was gone, the entire hotel was not cold yet.

Reaching out when seeing the stove seemed to be a habitual action engraved in the genes.

Xia Yan bought a few sweet potatoes from the mall, which were said to be very sweet, and threw them in to let them slowly roast.

After an unknown amount of time, the sweet smell gradually emerged.

When it was at its thickest, and the chopsticks could easily poke into it, it was cooked.

Xia Yan couldn't wait to take it out, cleaned the dust on it, and peeled off the burnt shell. The heat and sweetness hit him.

The first thing he ate was the roasted honey. The outer layer was slightly burnt, and the inside was soft and sweet. He felt comfortable all over his body after taking a bite. It was very satisfying!

Just as they were chatting, the lights above their heads suddenly flickered.

It was like the voltage was unstable.

The fire just turned people's faces red, and the lights came on again, only to go out again in an instant.

After two or three times, the voltage finally stabilized.

He sat back down with his butt lifted up, and said with a smile: "Maybe the wind outside is too strong."

Xia Yan blew away the hot air and ate the sweet potato in small bites. He knew in his heart that this had nothing to do with the outside world.